"Baby, I'm not even in a gown I'm just in a t-shirt on the couch. The way you want me makes me want you now."
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~Need You Now💛
Yoriichi Tsugikuni x Female Reader
Requested by: _0hehe0_
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You sat on the patio of your estate, lost in thought. It was a habit of yours, L/n Y/n, daughter of the chief of the swordsmith village, to spend hours on end just fantasizing about wht your life could be like if only you had the freedom.
You weren't complaining, you quite enjoyed your life confined in the walls of your small villagw which you would one day take over. But you couldn't help but think sometimes, what it would be like to explore the world, meet new people. Find love. But alas, this was the life set in stone for you. Soon you would be married off to one of the handsome men in the village, have a child and heir, and hopefully take over after your father. It was all planned out.
"Y/n! Dear!" you heard your father call. You were immediately woken from your trance and turned to smile at him.
"Yes, father?" you replied.
"Don't tell me you forgot," your father said to you. You tilted your head. Forgot wot? A moment later he tsked. "You did forget. Tonight, is the ceremony, Y/n dear."
"Ceremony?" you echoed his word until it clicked in your mind, and you jumped with a start. "The ceremony is tonight!" You ran to your room to prepare.
That night's ceremony was one to determine your future groom. The man who would one day lead beside you as chief of the village. The one you'd spend the rest of your life with despite not knowing the first thing about him. At least you'd get to choose who it was... right?
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There you were. You looked in the mirror one more time. In your f/c flower patterned kimono, you were truly a sight to behold. Any man would be lucky to marry you. You'd always been told. But would you be lucky enough to marry them?
"Y/n, dear, are you ready?" one of your handmaids called from your door.
"Just about, yes." was your reply.
You made your way out of the room, out of the house and to the small stage where you sat front and center for the whole village to see. That was when you saw... him.
You thought you'd imagined it. I had to be a dream. That's all it had been before, right? Because the sight you laid your eyes on was too crazy for even your wild imagination to process. Black to red hair. Blazing maroon eyes. And an indistinguishable mark on the side of his forehead. You'd seen this man many times before. But that was just it!
